plant one named Herb. backstory A cat was walking along the deep woods every one feared this place but not them, they felt comforted in the thick brush. the cat walked along the trail they had gotten to know threw the tall untouched oak trees until they found it, their tree. the cat loved this tree the way the bark swirled and the roots spread, the cat could stay there for hours. then it started talking. "Hello, young one," it whispered to no one but the cat in this cold world. "A-am I dreaming?" The young cat answered in aw jumping back but only to walk forward again and put her paw on the thick brown wood. "This is not a dream, I have come to ask you to join the world beneath our soil, as a new being, a new creature," it murmured back calmly yet sternly. The cat took this time to think back to what led them here to this mighty tree, to begin with, they sighed, "yes... I'll join you," right after they had uttered that last word did a vine reach up and rip her soul out from there small being, and it carried it down to the ground just under a world that seemed to be its own planet, under the soil. their soul created a shell, a seed to conceal the raw being until the soul was ready to roam the world warmed by the earth's own core. Her new beginning ice one named floe. backstory A cat was walking threw the pure white snow, the only paw prints seen on the cold layer of snow was there own. the cat shivered and wished for death, but there soul was warm and very much alive yet. the cat pawed on, there last strands of hope breaking, forgetting what it felt like to be warm and comforted and closed its eyes. they flopped onto the thick layer of freezing undisturbed snow giving up. the cat saw in there head a roaring fire, a warm house, friends, was it a memory? Or just them trying to hope. Was it just me or is the snow singing? they thought, hanging on to there only hope, as the voices whispered louder and louder. The elegant words whispering to them or... promises, promises assuring them on a new life. A new life with new choices, new friends, family. Just waiting for them under the snow. the cat was dying, but also living. its soul leaving her frostbitten body behind. the whispers led there soul threw the dirt, stone, and threw the earth's crust. To a new world that the cat would call there own. A new beginning
name pyre backstory A scalded body of a young cat lay on the floor, it was surrounded by charred wood. the roof was falling down, and no one to grieve for them. The cat let out a raspy breath, expecting each one to be there last. the cat looked around eyes sore not even trying to move its body blackened with ash. the cat finally looked up at the sky to see it dark with no stars. it watched the sky hoping to see the sky clear and full of stars before its body failed him. the cat waited for hours until the cat started to lose hope. it brought the cats eyes back to the wood stained with ash, a single ember still twinkled on, it watched the light but not with anger at this small flame that had ruined its home, it's family, its life... but with admiration at how eager it was to live. it decided that they too would live. "You are restless," the ember said, the cat assumed it was a hallucination. "in a new life, you could live again," it said in a strong voice. the cat stopped to think it was skeptical and was full of questions but... yes, it thought, hoping this magical flame could hear it. "very well," the ember said and it went out. the cat knew he was dying, but yet the cat was happy it moved his eyes to the night for one last time before the cat's soul was taken deep underground to there new life. in the distant sky a star shimmered into view. The cat's soul burst into flame. A new beginning.
